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- A$AP Rocky Houston Old Head 歌词
- A$AP Rocky
- Smokin rollin reefer up I adjust the tweakers up
Break it break it down break it down so I can beat it up
Where the welcome back where the welcome at my sneaker tough
This is for my old head go on turn your speakers up
Rocky where you been I been tryna make my ends meet
So I can cope that bathin ape or jeremy scott or 10 deep
Bottles full of rose ridin in the benz jeep
Blowin money fast now im finna think im big meech
I met with my old head we sat for a while
We rolled a couple swishers we chat for a while
I said I'm just on my grind I come to Houston all the time
He said what's been goin' down in your New York state of mind
Fiine there are bad days you feel like givin up
Like how you gon eat when this gig is up
When the chips is down and the jig is up
But I don't give a f**k roll another swisher up
Cause I just came here down south so I could get these pounds out
And move my mother nice somewhere closer than a town house
And my beats bangin kickin harder than a roundhouse
I spoke with my old head and this is what I found out
Life is just a b**ch a b**ch is like a ho
Hoes want the money money come and goes
Friends turn to foes foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight
Now my old head old age bald head rogaine
Code red codeine nose red coc*ine
Pimpin b**ches since lemon chicken shrimp lo mein
Gold chains afros platforms soul train
And he told me bout that rappin trappin in the old days
When pop homeboy shock before that rat tat tat tat tat nose rings
And I'm so high I could f**k around and grow wings
And we sippin on somethin purpler than soul plane
We sip slow slow swing tip fos and chrome wings
Told me I should head home and do my own thang
Then I heard my phone rang hold up thats my old dame
Pick it up I hit you back miss me and I miss you back
She said harlem miss you too and they can't wait to get you back
You should come on home leave the drugs alone and stick to rap
Just don't come back flossin cause that type of sh*t'll get you clapped
Life is just a b**ch a b**ch is like a ho
Hoes want the money money come and goes
Friends turn to foes foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight
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